"Zhongtang, this is the newspaper from Ningyuan Zhonghou...it has an urgent note..."
Zhang Chengzhong, a reviewer of the Internal Secretariat and a confidant of Fan Wencheng, a bachelor of the Internal Secretariat, was following Fan Wencheng, holding a stack of official documents in his hand and looking through them. In Ningyuan City, in the lobby of a government office occupied by the Imperial Envoy Fan Wencheng, there was a crowd of people. They were all officials from the Guan Ning Army system who stayed in Ningyuan. They were listening to the Imperial Envoy Fan's instructions on assigning tasks.
"Has all the grain been packed on the truck? This trip is more than 2,000 miles away. Don't even think about finishing it in less than two months. There will be a lot of people and horses chewing along the way! How long will this batch go? Are there 20,000 people? ? Each person needs to prepare at least one stone of flour, as well as fine ingredients for mules and horses. We have to spread it wider, we would rather have more than less!"
"Are the escort troops ready? Although we are walking on the ground of the Qing Dynasty this way, there is no peace in the Monan grassland... This flag and that flag are not easy to mess with, so be careful and you won't make a big mistake. !”
"How many pieces of silk and satin cloth have you prepared? There is a huge shortage of these in the northwest... You don't need to bring too much silver, but you can't bring less pieces of silk and satin cloth. If you meet those Mongolian princes Baylor along the way, give some to keep you safe. In case there is a shortage. You can exchange some for grain, mules and horses. Don’t say you don’t have any! Those sand boats coming and going on the Beiyang sea are selling a lot of things to you!”
"What to do with the crops in the fields? You don't have to worry about it. The regent will naturally send the servants of the Eight Banners to collect it. You can go on your way in peace and quiet. King Pingxi has already made arrangements for you in Ningxia and Gansu. "
Fan Wencheng's imperial envoy turned out to be in charge of relocation - although Dorgon had long approved the relocation of Guan Ning's family members in western Liaoning, Wu Sangui was a bit slow to implement it. It’s hard to leave home, and we’re still going to Ningxia, Gansu, and Jiangnan, and everyone will be on their way happily...
Besides, everyone planted seeds this spring, and it’s only early summer, so there’s no way to harvest! So everyone wanted to stay together and wait until the autumn harvest before leaving.
But Dorgon couldn't wait - it was going to be cold after the autumn harvest, and the Monan grassland would be freezing and windy, so how could we leave? Even if people can survive, what about animals? We are traveling for two or three months, and we are not allowed to eat on the way! If we really want to go that far, we must not set off after the autumn harvest. We should set off in summer at the latest. If we really want to delay the autumn harvest, we will have to go on the road in the spring of next year (not in Mengchun or mid-spring, the animals have to be fattened before we can go). But now that the war between the Ming and Qing Dynasties is about to break out, how can Dorgon wait so long? So he sent Fan Wencheng, a bachelor of the Internal Secretariat, to Ningyuan as an imperial envoy.
After Fan Wencheng finished his work, he was already a little dizzy and had a sore throat. He is not young and his health is not good. He was recuperating before the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, and now he is working while sick. So I found a chair and sat down, frowning a little as I looked at my attaché Zhang Chengzhong holding the Fentang newspaper.
"Where did it come from?"
"Ningyuan Zhonghou is responsible for military affairs..."
"Nonsense!" Fan Wencheng waved his hand, "Don't look at it... I'm in charge of relocation. Military matters should be sent to the Shengjing General Manager's Yamen."
The General Manager of Shengjing is the predecessor of General Shengjing. It was established when the Qing Dynasty moved its capital to Beijing. The first General Manager was Dorgon's confidant He Luohui. The current general manager is the second one, also from Dorgon, named Ye Keshu. The military affairs in Liaodong are all under his control, and Fan Wencheng should not interfere.
"Zhongtang, even if you don't care about this matter, you should know about it..."
"What's the matter?" Fan Wencheng and Fan Dazhongtang frowned, and had to take the pond newspaper over to take a look. This was a serious look. A big bachelor jumped up immediately, "What? The navy of the Southern Army has arrived at Juehua Island..."
It turned out that this pond was sent by Niu Lu, an Eight Banners Han army stationed in Ningyuan Zhonghou Post. The report was that Juehua Island was captured by the Ming Navy!
Although Yu Daren tried his best to block the news, he still couldn't hide the matter for too long. This is because the fishermen on Juehua Island regularly deliver seafood to Ningyuan Zhonghou. After Ningyuan Zhonghou receives the seafood, he picks out the top quality, pickles it with salt, and sends it to Beijing... The Little Emperor of Shunzhi This is how the salted fish on Aunt Bumubutai’s table comes from.
Now that no one brings seafood, what should the little emperor do if he wants to eat salted fish? Therefore, Niu Lu, who was stationed at Ningyuan Zhonghou Post, did not dare to delay and immediately sent a ship to sea. It doesn't matter if we go out to sea, we will immediately find the sand ships of the Beiyang Navy patrolling and guarding around Juehua Island.
Even though the Eight Banners Heavenly Soldiers were coaxing on land, they did not take the Ming Army seriously. But at sea, the mouse saw the cat and ran back quickly... In fact, they didn't need to run so fast, because what they encountered was a sand ship with limited speed, and the wind was not favorable at the time, so they couldn't catch up at all. superior.
Of course, if they encounter a centipede warship, there is no need to run, because they can't run away at all. If they want to survive, surrender!
"No, I have to go take a look..." Fan Wencheng put down the newspaper and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Zhongtang, where are you going to take a look?" Zhang Chengzhong asked.
"Of course it's Juehua Island!" Fan Wencheng gritted his teeth and said with a serious face, "How can you know how many troops the Southern Dynasty sent here without seeing it with your own eyes? This matter must be clarified!"
"Zhong, Zhong, Zhongtang..." Zhang Chengzhong was frightened by Fan Wencheng, "You can't go! Although the Qing Dynasty is invincible on land, the navy is not as good as the Southern Dynasty. You are the university of the Qing Dynasty. Sir, if something happens to you, how will I explain it to the regent?"
Fan Wencheng stroked his beard, "That's right..." He suddenly turned to look at Zhang Chengzhong with an expectant smile, "Chongyi, are you a loyal minister of my Qing Dynasty?"
Zhang Chengzhong was stunned for a moment, then he understood something and had no choice but to nod with tears in his eyes.
He was from Guangning Wei. When Guangning Wei fell, most of his family died, and the rest became slaves and were incorporated into Zhenghongqi. He was still young at that time, but he was smart and well-educated, so he fell in love with Fan Wencheng, who was also Zhenghongqi, and became a book boy. Thanks to Fan Wencheng's promotion, he rose to prominence and became the subject of scrutiny by the Internal Secretariat.
He must repay such a great favor! Now is the time to repay...
"Okay! I really saw you right!" Fan Wencheng said with a smile, "Don't worry...if anything happens, I will take care of your wife and daughter, so don't worry.
But don’t be afraid. You are a native of western Liaoning. You are dark and thick, and you don’t look like a scholar. You can pretend to be a fish merchant and go to the island. Even if you are caught, your life will not be lost. "
It has to be said that Fan Wencheng can predict things. His confidant Zhang Chengzhong has indeed come back with a full beard and tail, and even the money rat tail on the back of his head has not been cut off - you can't get your pigtails back after you cut them, right?
So Zhang Chengzhong not only came back with pigtails, but also brought back some valuable information!
Well, the Southern Dynasty’s Northern Expedition launched by sea is probably serious! Occupying Juehua Island is just the beginning...Liaoxi is in danger! The Qing Dynasty is in danger!
...
"Dorgon, Dorgon, wake up quickly..."
This night, while Dorgon was sleeping soundly, he heard someone calling his name...who was it? Was Dorgon's name given casually? Dorgon, who was half asleep, was thinking about it, when suddenly there was a stinging pain on his face, and someone was pulling his beard!
"Who is it!" Dorgon shouted, his little eyes finally opened, and he was a little angry.
The regent's beard can be pulled casually?
"I, Queen Mother!"
An aunt's face appeared in front of Dorgon. It turned out to be Bumubutai, the Queen Mother...
"Bumbutai..." Dorgon looked at the anxious expression on his beloved aunt's face, and immediately asked with concern, "Is it the emperor..."
The little emperor of Shunzhi has been ill for the past two days... A seven-year-old child may be sick because of that or something! This is how to do ah?
"What are you thinking?" Bumbutai glared at him, "Fan Wencheng is here! Something big happened in western Liaoning. The army of the Southern Dynasty has reached western Liaoning..."
